There must be some kind of way out of hereSaid the joker to the thiefTheres too much confusionI cant get no relief

Business men they drink my winePlow men dig my earthNone with a level on their mindNobody out of this world

No reason to get excitedThe thief he kindly spokeThere are many here among usWho think that life is but a jokeBut you and i, we've been through thatAnd this is not our fateSo let stop talking falsely nowThe hour is getting late

All along the watchtowerPrinces kept the viewWhile all the women came and wentBarefoot servants too

Outside in the cold distanceA wild cat did growlTwo riders were approachingAnd the wind began to howl